Daming wolf ride

Updated: 2012-11-23

More than 600 battalion soldiers, under the cover of more than 100 carts, crowded in a large circle, holding firecrackers and continuous crossbows, fighting and retreating under the siege of the Jin army.

The arrows of the Jin army fell like rain, and soldiers of the Ming army fell to the ground with arrows every second, but facing the Jin army whose number was several times larger than their own, the chariot soldiers, under the command of the deputy general Wang Zhiku, fought against the rushing Jin cavalry. Fighting desperately, the gun barrel in his hand was already too hot to be hotter.Already dozens of firecrackers exploded because they were too hot, injuring more than a dozen of their own lives.

The covering chariots were knocked over from time to time, and the further back the chariots were, the less effective the chariots could be as a cover. The Jin army attacked several times in a row. Seeing that the Ming army resisted tenaciously, they began to shoot and kill those chariots. As a result, only forty or fifty of the more than 100 chariots were barely usable, and the circle became smaller and smaller.As a last resort, the Ming army had no choice but to discard the seriously wounded and retreat to the south with only those slightly wounded soldiers.

The seriously injured soldiers knew what their end was going to be. They didn't hold any resentment, but lay down peacefully on the ground with their eyes closed, waiting to die. [

There were endless screams in my ears, but my relatives who were thousands of miles away appeared in my mind.

The looks of parents, the tears of his wife seeing him off, the child who doesn't know where his father is, the grass and trees in his hometown, every bit of it flashes in the minds of the dying like movie clips. Heiji...

The sound of hooves filled the sky, and the horseshoes brutally trampled on the corpses on the ground, regardless of whether they were dead or alive, they were all trampled into a pulp.

The bloody horseshoes stepped on the blood-stained black soil, taking away strands of loyal souls of soldiers.

Strands of loyal souls floated out of his body, floating slowly over the noisy and brutal battlefield, slowly floating...

Floating across Xiaoling River, Changshan, Jiming Post, Jinzhou, Shanhaiguan, to my hometown, to the old alley where I played as a child, to my own yard...

.........

There were golden troops in all directions, and the living Ming soldiers knew that they would not be able to go back, but no one flinched, no one fell to their knees and shouted for mercy, they gritted their teeth, and let the comrades around them fall down one by one, furious. The gun continued to ignite in his hand, and the last crossbow arrow was shot towards the golden soldier without hesitation.

Every step towards the south, several Ming soldiers fell, and every blink of an eye was a farewell to their companions.

There are fewer and fewer people alive. Of the 400 chariot battalions who crossed the river, there are less than [-] left, and half of them are injured.

But they were still fighting desperately. When the chariot was gone, they huddled together back to back;

No matter how desperately the Jin army pushed, the remaining 400 chariot battalion soldiers stood still, unshakable like Mount Tai.

The Jin army attacked again and again, and was beaten back by the chariot soldiers at the last moment. In the end, they were overwhelmed by these unyielding Ming troops, and they began to re-examine these chariot soldiers who were usually inconspicuous .Perhaps, they have always underestimated the fighting power of the Ming army; perhaps, they have never paid attention to the unyielding will of the Ming army.

After a moment of silence, Wugner raised his right hand again, and immediately, the Qianjin Army rushed towards the chariot soldiers again.

This time, it went extremely smoothly, and the Jin army rushed directly from the formation of the chariot soldiers without any resistance.

The success made the Jin army a little unbelievable. They turned around and saw more than a hundred corpses fell on the ground behind them. Those Ming soldiers who were still standing did not move. They had no strength to fight any more. They just Standing there, silently looking at the south.

.........

Seeing that the Ming army had completely lost the ability to resist, the Jin army did not immediately rush up to kill them all, but all looked at Wugner.After Huang Taiji succeeded to the throne, there was a strict order that as long as the enemy soldiers resisted, the banners would take them back as prisoners, and they could not be hacked and killed indiscriminately.With this strict order, although the Jin army was annoyed by the tenacious resistance of these Ming army battalion soldiers, which caused them so-called casualties, no one dared to hack and kill these Ming troops who were fighting again without permission.

Niu Lugeli rode over to ask Wugna for instructions: "Master Ezhen, the Ming army has no strength, do you want to catch him alive?" [

"Ah."

Wugner nodded. The tenacious resistance of the Ming army's chariot soldiers was beyond his surprise, and he also felt admiration. He couldn't bear to slaughter them all, and brought them back to persuade them to be incorporated into the Han army flag in the future. Even if you don't want to fight for the big gold, and give the armored men as slaves, it's a good labor.He raised his hand and asked Gerry to lead someone to tie up these Ming soldiers and take them back.

Gerry nodded in agreement, got off his horse, and waved his subordinates to follow him to catch the Ming army, but when he saw Wang Zhiku in the crowd, his eyes lit up immediately, and he shouted happily: "Haha, so there is another Senior officer of the Ming army, quickly, catch him!"

Wang Zhiku's body was covered with blood, and his robes and armor were covered with dirty blood and black ash. Before, he couldn't see his identity clearly among the fighting crowd, but now that he stood still, he could see at a glance that he was the Ming army. The commanding officer of the army, and also a lieutenant general, Wugner immediately laughed. Although he was only a lieutenant general, he was also a senior official of the Ming army. It was a credit to capture him alive.

The horsewhip pointed at Wang Zhiku and shouted, "Catch him alive!"

"Catch me alive?"

Hearing the call of the general of the Jin Army, Wang Zhiku, who was seriously injured, smiled sadly, and suddenly pointed the long sword in his hand at his chest with his backhand, and then shouted with all his strength to the south: "Long live my emperor!"

Seeing this, Wugner and Gerry's expressions changed, and they shouted at the same time: "No, Ming is going to commit suicide! Stop him!"

It was too late, Wang Zhiku had already stabbed the long sword into his chest, with a sound of "puchi", the long sword penetrated into the flesh, and the heart shrank abruptly, the blood did not gush out, but flowed along the body of the sword Little by little, it flowed out to the palm of his hand holding the sword.

Hot, my blood is hot!

The moment he fell down, Wang Zhiku muttered to himself, his eyes remained open until his death.

"The general is dead, how can we survive!"

Witnessing Wang Zhiku's suicide, the remnants of the Ming army were shaken. A young chariot soldier followed Wang Zhiku's example and called out "Long live my emperor" to the south, then gritted his teeth and stabbed the dagger into his chest. In an instant, his face twisted into a ball in pain, but he still used his last strength to stab the dagger deeper.

"Life is life, and death is death!"

"Everyone go with the general!"

"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live my emperor!"

In the "Long live my emperor" over and over again, more than 200 chariot soldiers chose to follow Wang Zhiku to commit suicide. They either used long knives, short blades, or hit their heads heavily on stones on the ground.

In an instant, there were more than 200 corpses on the ground. Looking around, none of the more than 1000 battalion soldiers was alive. They either died in battle or committed suicide.This situation moved Wugner and all the Jin soldiers. They stayed there looking at the corpses of the Ming army in front of them, and never went south to hunt down the Ming army's broken soldiers.